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I only joined this website yesterday so excuse me while I jump right in but I need some support and/or advice.
I have had type 1 since childhood, can't remember life without it, and it was all going swimmingly until I had children. When my eldest son was 2.5 yrs old I fell into a hypoglycaemic coma while at home alone with him. My husband works night shifts so I'm at home alone with our children every night of the week. I just need to talk about it and this seems as good a place as any. I've been beating myself up about it since it happened 2 years ago and it's still very raw inside. I often still cry about it when no-one's around so please bear with me.
I lay unconscious on the floor for about 5 hours. I'm only guessing at this from what I can remember before I lost consciousness. My poor son was just 2.5 yrs old, back door open (as it was summer), front door not locked (as I was there). Any number of things could've happened to him. Luckily nothing did happen, except he couldn't wake his mum up. What did he do for 5 hours alone? I know you can't answer this but these are the sort of questions going round in my head. I can't remember much about it but I can recall hearing him trying to wake me, shouting at me. At that age he did know that lucozade was needed when I went 'a bit funny' so he got me some but couldn't open it. This is what makes me cry (as I am now). I can imagine him getting upset because he couldn't open the bottle. He must've hit me with the bottle out of anger because I did have bruising a few days after. I was found by my parents, laid on the floor with my son sat next to me patting me. I can also recall hearing them come in and my mum saying 'Oh God, help me get her up', to my dad.
They managed to bring me round on their own, by which time it was into the evening. Of course my son had not had anything to eat or drink in that time. The guilt I feel is just unmeasurable. To think that he had to go through that, and tried to help but couldn't. How must he have felt? He says he can't remember it now (he's 4 now), and I hope he can't but the possibilities of what could've happened are endless. I just keep picturing him coming to realise that I wasn't playing a game and I really wouldn't wake up.
Sorry to go on for so long, but I guess people on here are more likely to be able to relate to this than anyone else.
I have had type 1 since childhood, can't remember life without it, and it was all going swimmingly until I had children. When my eldest son was 2.5 yrs old I fell into a hypoglycaemic coma while at home alone with him. My husband works night shifts so I'm at home alone with our children every night of the week. I just need to talk about it and this seems as good a place as any. I've been beating myself up about it since it happened 2 years ago and it's still very raw inside. I often still cry about it when no-one's around so please bear with me.
I lay unconscious on the floor for about 5 hours. I'm only guessing at this from what I can remember before I lost consciousness. My poor son was just 2.5 yrs old, back door open (as it was summer), front door not locked (as I was there). Any number of things could've happened to him. Luckily nothing did happen, except he couldn't wake his mum up. What did he do for 5 hours alone? I know you can't answer this but these are the sort of questions going round in my head. I can't remember much about it but I can recall hearing him trying to wake me, shouting at me. At that age he did know that lucozade was needed when I went 'a bit funny' so he got me some but couldn't open it. This is what makes me cry (as I am now). I can imagine him getting upset because he couldn't open the bottle. He must've hit me with the bottle out of anger because I did have bruising a few days after. I was found by my parents, laid on the floor with my son sat next to me patting me. I can also recall hearing them come in and my mum saying 'Oh God, help me get her up', to my dad.
They managed to bring me round on their own, by which time it was into the evening. Of course my son had not had anything to eat or drink in that time. The guilt I feel is just unmeasurable. To think that he had to go through that, and tried to help but couldn't. How must he have felt? He says he can't remember it now (he's 4 now), and I hope he can't but the possibilities of what could've happened are endless. I just keep picturing him coming to realise that I wasn't playing a game and I really wouldn't wake up.
Sorry to go on for so long, but I guess people on here are more likely to be able to relate to this than anyone else.